0 thoughts on “two thoughts for one so dear”

You know, our grandparents’ passing wasn’t nearly as hard on me emotionally as losing him. Probably just because we were closer to him. A lot of people don’t even get one parent. We had four. That’s probably why it hurts more. Plus, I thought I’d get one chance more to see him before the end. To tell him what he meant to me in life, how much I admired and loved him. Now I never will.

I didn’t think it would hit me hard until I went to that house, a house we spent a hell of a lot of time in. And that was going to be months off. No, it actually hit me when I called her on Tuesday night. She sounded so tired, so drained, so sad. And it broke my heart.

There are so many fond memories, but two stick out in my mind. One is from a long time ago. I needed to wear an actual tie for something, and Baba had gone out. I needed someone to help me tie it. And he was home, so I went to him for help. It was amusing – one of those things fathers are supposed to teach their sons, but it never seemed strange to learn it from him.

The other is more recent. He was the first guest to arrive at the site on my wedding day. And the way he smiled, the pride and joy in his face, you’d think it was his son getting married.

I’m sorry about rambling about this. I’ve been kind of torn up inside since Tuesday and I’m still not really back together.

He was a fine, wonderful man, who lived a wonderful, full life and whose spirit touched all who knew him. He will be missed.